with hidden noise

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38. Embarrassed (( 'cause that's always interesting, right? ))

When Aeson asked Brian to come check out a haunted house with him, it wasn’t just the alcohol that led him to agree.  He had a deep curiosity of the supernatural and those who claimed to see things.  But he didn’t believe in them at all.  He figured it always had to be a trick of some kind, or drugs, or mental health issues, whatever it was that made rational people do totally irrational things. So it was with great skepticism that he walked into the house and started poking through the rooms. 

When the strange noises started sounding he started banging on walls and opening up cabinets, looking for the secrets that must be hidden somewhere - speakers, noise makers, whatever.  But then when a chair flew across the room and hit him in the leg, he pulled out his gun.  It was a childish gesture at best, but it was the thing he always trusted to protect him. But what would he shoot at, the air? He felt a stab of fear, fear of the unknown, and of being out of control.  He didn’t like that feeling.  

Rather than stand there pointing his gun at nothing, he walked quickly from the house.  He was embarrassed at his reaction, not only at the futility of it, but later because he knew that somehow he’d been tricked.  He still didn’t believe.

Diphylleia Grayi (Oneshot)

Pairing: Jongyu
Word Count: 15 524
Rating: R (I don’t really know so not taking chances)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warning: Cliché angel stuff

Hello, hi, so I started writing this a few months ago and stopped but now i wanted to finish it and this is probably the worst time to post this cause I feel there’s not a lot of people online at this hour but I’m annoyed with it and wanna go to bed so sorry if it seems rushed toward the end I just wanted to finish it TT


Horrible pain, confusion, annoying beeping – but mostly pain.

 

Those are the things going through Jonghyun’s mind when he wakes up. The blond groans when he tries to open his eyes because even his eyelids feel sore. He’s pretty sure every single inch of his body hurts – from what, he’s no quite sure yet.

“Are you awake?” A soft voice asks with what sounds like poorly hidden excitement.

Another noise of discomfort leaves Jonghyun’s scratchy throat as he turns his head toward the voice and he forces his eyes to open completely this time. He frowns when he’s met with an unknown face.

“Hi.” The man says and Jonghyun just then realizes that the stranger’s sitting with his legs brought up to his chest on the chair beside his bed and that he’s playing with a latex glove in his hand and – oh okay – he’s in a hospital.

“Uh…” The blond barely makes out, clearing his throat to speak. “Who..?” He whispers because the more he looks at the man the less familiar he looks and he really hopes he doesn’t have some sort of amnesia because that would suck – he doesn’t feel like he does but that’s probably what amnesiac people tend to think.

“I’m Jinki.” The brunet replies as if that would answer all of his questions so Jonghyun just keeps staring at him. “I kind of…saved your life?” He adds and Jonghyun’s mouth opens and closes a few times because he wants to say thank you but he doesn’t really how you’re supposed to show your gratitude to someone for something like that.

Jinki stands up then and flicks the rubber clove somewhere in the room before he stretches and Jonghyun can’t even explain how or why he’s so fascinated with the man but all he knows is that he can’t take his eyes away from him – maybe it’s the fact that he looks completely gorgeous. The man has the kindest eyes Jonghyun has ever seen, his smile can probably make anyone feel all warm inside, his face is all sharp angles but round cheeks at the same time and with the pushed back hair and white clothing, it’s such a perfect combination that Jonghyun just stares.

“Your mom will probably be here soon, your sister has school until late so don’t be too sad she won’t be here for a while. And your best friend Kibum is out of the country but he’s been calling every day.” Jinki smiles and Jonghyun frowns again, pulled out of his reverie, because why does he sound so familiar with his family and –

“How long have I been out?” He rasps and for the first time Jinki’s smile drops a little.

“Uh…Approximately fourteen days, five hours and forty-eight minutes.” He answers without looking at any clock and Jonghyun’s not entirely sure if he wants to laugh or if he should be freaked out because that man is definitely strange and creepy but he simply doesn’t.  

“What…What happened to me?” He asks, choosing to ignore the answer he received – or the fact that he’s still visiting after two weeks.

“Uh, you died. Fell asleep while driving and crashed into a tree in the middle of nowhere. It took me about fifteen minutes to bring you back. Trust me it wasn’t pretty.” He explains as if talking about the weather and Jonghyun is even more confused than when he initially woke up.

“What…What are you saying? How is that even possible?” He asks because while he might not have extended knowledge on the subject, he’s pretty sure that you can’t just reanimate someone dead for over a few minutes.

“Well, the fact that I’m your guardian angel helped a lot.” He says too easily that Jonghyun almost doesn’t catch the words.

Guardian angel.

He wants to scream, run away, ask for a nurse or something because this man is clearly delusional but he can’t. It feels like everything inside of him forces him to believe the stranger, to trust him.

“Do you need proof?” He starts, jumping up effortlessly on the chair beside his bed with the same stance as before. “I was told that a lot of human ask for proof at first.” Jinki mutters, scratching at his nose but Jonghyun shakes his head as much as he can in his position. He doesn’t want to know it’s real.

“I’m good.” He replies and Jinki looks a little surprised before his smile is back on his face.

“Alright then. Your mom’s going to be here soon so I’ll leave you two alone but I’ll see you soon again.” He says standing up and Jonghyun almost expects him to just disappear in thin air but he simply walks toward the door.

“Wait…Jinki.” He calls out somewhat weakly but the brunet just gives him a comforting smile – he’s not even sure why he finds it comforting.

“We’ll talk once you’re better. Rest for now.” Jinki says before leaving the room.

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